|| Riding on who's coatails? ||
(Who says the buisness doesn't run in the family? Here we are in a backyard, hard, cold rain is dripping down from the unforgiving sky. It would be a normal backyard if it wasn't for the makeshit wrestling ring made from a trampoline in the middle of it. A ladder and a few lawn chairs are scattered around it. In the corner of the backyard is a treehouse, where a teenage boy dressed in baggy shorts and a black t-shirt sits in the doorway. The ends of his shorts and running shoes are now soaked, and he'll probably be sick in the morning but he refuses to go in. A few moments later, another teenage boys appears from the side of the house. The one in treehouse perks up and jumps down.)
Boy 1: Dude! I didn't think you would come!
Boy 2: I wasn't going to, but Baby called me over and said to get the f*ck over here for the last show.
Boy 1: Yeah, can you believe it's our last show with her?
Boy 2: And you didn't want her to wrestle..
Boy 1: Well, it is raining, and the ring is going to be slippery..
Boy 2: Which makes it all the more safe for US to wrestle on it?
Boy 1: Of course. When is Tom getting over here with that camera?
Boy 2: Soon I hope, it's really cold.
(The two boys shiver, then climb into the tree house, out of the cold.)
An hour later..
(Just as the boys are about to give up all hope, another obese boy comes around the house with a large black camera in a clear plastic bag. His brown hair is stringy and stuck to his puffy face, and his cheeks are red. He breathes heavily as he walks over to the boys and they both come down.)
Boy 1: I took you long enough Tom!
Tom: You could have waited inside you know.
Boy 2: Not according to him.
Boy 1: Oh well. Baby and Lexi should be here soon.
Boy 2: Soon is not a good word.
(From inside two girls appear on the porch. One has curly bright yellow hair, dressed in a huge black sweater, a plaid skirt and black stockings, and the other one with simple brown hair, a torn up t-shirt, covered by a plaid workshirt, and jeans with holes in the knees. The one with the yellow hair, steps forward and yells to the boys.)
Girl: ..You weren't thinking of going on without me were you?
Boy 1: Baby!
(The boy walks over to Baby and the two hug, then he hugs the other girl. The three rush over to the treehouse and climb up inside. Baby sits in a corner huddled up, while the others site on small blocks of wood. The camera sits in the middle, rain dripping off the bag.)
Boy 1: Should we wait for the rain to clear up?
Baby: Why?
Boy 1: So no one gets hurt?
Baby: But it makes for great television!
Boy 1: But we're not going to be on television..
Tom: Yeah really. My mom will kill me if I get hurt.
Boy 1: You're the camerman, how can you get hurt?
Tom: Shut up. Being a cameraman is very hard.
(The conversation is soon interrupted by an annoying voice from down below. Baby looks through the window and see's that it's the boy's little sister. The boy gives a dirty look to no one in paticular then looks over the edge of the doorway.)
Little Sister: Mom said you can't be out here in the rain!
Baby: Too damn bad! This is more important than some rain.
Everyone: Yeah!
(The little girl sticks out her tongue, then goes back inside. Amazingly the rain finally slows down, and almost to complete stop. It seems to only mist now. They all climb down and the first boy climbs into the wet ring. The sun finally comes out, illuminating everything in an eerie way. Tom begins putting the camera together as Baby and Lexi try and dry the trampoline with towels.)
A few minutes later..
(Time flys doesn't it? Tom now has the camera set up and the first boy is standing on a picnic table with a cheap microphone in hand. Tom nods and the boys starts.)
Boy 1: Welcome to Wednesday Wreckage! Brought to you by the XXF! Today we will see Lexi take on the Ground Hog, Rambo take on Dee and in our main event, in her last show, we see Baby take on our special guest.. the rock n' roller, Wayne! I'll now hand over the mic to Saul to commentate the first match.
('Saul' takes the mic from the boy, and sits down on the wet picnic table as the boy goes to ref the match between Lexi and "Ground Hog")
A few minutes later..
Saul: Wow that was amazing! Look at.. DRIVER! DRIVER! Yes! Ground Hog has won the match!
A half an hour later..
(The boy is in the ring with a microphone now, kneeling beside a worn out Baby. Her hair has become frizzy and her black stockings are torn in different places. Her arm is now home to a large scratch that is bleeding in little drops. She breathes heavy as the boy asks her questions.)
Boy 1: Baby, we just saw you win you're last match here at the XXF. This is a two part question, how do you feel, and what are your future plans?
Baby: I.. feel great, Ricky. I finally beat.. Wayne.. after all those old matches.. it was.. a great way to go out. My future plans? I'm going to TNT!
Boy 1: Now for those at home who are clueless, TNT is the home of many big superstars. As many know Baby is the cousin of former TNT Superstar, Angelica who helped her get this job. Good luck Baby, you sure will be missed.
(Tom nods towards the boy again, signaling the end of the show. "Rambo" comes out with a few bottles of Gatorade and hands them out. They all sit in the ring and talk..)
Saul: Man Baby, why'd you have to go and leave?
Baby: I'm eighteen years old, I've been doing this for four years! Don't you want me to go on to bigger and better things?
Boy 1: Not without us!
Baby: Did you really expect that I'd bring you guys along? I mean really, I'm the only one with real training. I hate all of you.
Boy 1: And that's why we love you. You did teach us a lot about wrestling.
Baby: Eh. Don't get sentimental with me.
Boy 2: You think you're going to rule over the women's division?
Baby: I plan on ruling everything! I mean my cousin is Angelica.
Boy 1: That's the insane druggie right?
Baby: Shut up! I know famous people okay? I know Angelica and Mike.. you know, Mike is going to be a big rockstar and sh*t..
Boy 1: Oh really?
Baby: Yeah! I hate him though. I don't like the way he drums, but I hate a lot of singers but they still f*cking sing. I hate politics but it still exsists don't it?
Boy 1: True. So what are you doing when we're done here?
Baby: Packing.
Boy 1: Cool.
Tom: Remember when Ricky wouldn't let Baby wrestle? Waaaay back then.
Boy 2: Yeah, a little fourteen year old Baby coming over to babysit Ricky's little sister and everytime Baby would ask to join in Ricky would say no.
Baby: Yeah that was real rude.
Boy 1: How was I supposed to know you'd be entertaining?
Baby: Because I'm Baby. I'm ALWAYS entertaining.
Boy 1: Sure..
(Boys will be boys, eh? They continue on talking as the scene fades to black.)